Looper got home from the hospital today. She said it was like eacaping from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Although the doctors said she could go home, various people with no authority wanted her to stay and go to rehab - for two weeks. She said a night nurse was insane, wanted her to stay two weeks, and interpreted a Celcius temperature reading of 38° as a horribly high fever. L had a doctor friend visiting at that moment and they both said, "That's 100.4°" and the nurse said, "No, it's 103." I said, "Yeah, think about the poor, ill person with no one sitting there - I forsee him being plunged into iced baths" by Nurse Ratchett.

I took my mother to the emergency room once when she had a fever of 106° after chemo one day. They gave her a big lot of Tylenol. I told her she looked like a condor chick as her hair had fallen out and she had fluff and a beaky nose. She was not highly amused, but I was just trying to distract her. Before taking her I'd called whoever I was supposed to call and had the hardest time convincing them I was reading the thermometer correctly (I was). 106° - now that's high.

I am anti-hospital, anti-medication, etc. There are some things that require that kind of thing (like broken legs) but I think that staying away if at all possible is the best way.

Frank's son went into hospital for an Achilles tendon problem and wound up with flesh-eating bacteria ===:O This is recent, like... uh... now. They had to excise a lot of muscle and tendon, etc. and now they are trying to fashion a new Achilles tendon from something removed from his big toe.

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